Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.